Travelog
Terry Scott Taylor
This river channels out to my private shore
My boat's a magic couch on remote control
Confused, I now consult my jungle guide
Departure times, best bets, and four stars that shine
As I...
Bask in the blue light
Of my...
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I laugh, I cry, I space each half an hour
Rerun sweet memories of days gone by
I'm given sixty seconds to catch my breath again
To me you sell your vision, from you I get reception.
Here in my blue light
Of my...
Travelog
Death on the battlefield, through flood and fire
I navigate my ship to worlds unknown
A black robed man now greets me 'neath southern skies
To him I make confession, from me he takes collection
Lost in the blue light
Found in the blue light
Here in the blue light
Of my...
Travelog